Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.